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[ Monika is sitting placidly behind her piano, smiling like she has no cares in the world. However, something's...off.

Her ponytail is slightly askew, the bow drooping on one side, and her clothes aren't as clean and kempt as usual. But it's probably what's going on in the background that's more interesting.

As in her room is wrecked. Items are strewn about, things are broken, and her piano has an unmistakable crack in it. It's like a tornado tore through, that tornado being her. She doesn't care about wars or any other stupid bullshit, because she has more important things weighing on her mind.

See, the past month hasn't been too good to her. She had a body for a while. And now she doesn't. Monika doesn't like that. The asshole that killed her? Not only ruined her short time with a body, but also got to hit and run in the completely unfun way. She really doesn't like that. And being held captive by a demented bear? REALLY NOT LIKING THAT. Noticing a pattern here?

In short, she mad.

She gives a pleasant little hum, resting her clasped hands on the piano's fallboard. ]

Just a quick question today! Are there any robots around?

[ She blinks, still smiling. There are no underlying issues to address here, no siree! She is toootally not getting desperate for freedom, nope nope nope.

Everything is ab~so~lute~ly~ perfect! ]

Just curious~

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Oh gosh, no, nothing like that! My town was pretty ordinary by comparison: it was small, and people would often go out to work in the fields to gather wheat and stuff to bring back to the town. Even I sometimes went out to help the adults with that, since I'm a big kid now.

[Or at least, Niko was one of the older ones in the village.]

... But then one day, I woke up in this strange new place that wasn't like home at all. It was really big, and very dark. Someone told me that it was because the sun died, and that the reason I was there was because I had been "chosen" to find and deliver a new sun to replace the one that burned out.

[.....]

That's an odd request. Humans typically prefer to look different from other things. Retaining their individuality is important.

[She's saying this in the tone of someone who isn't so much suspicious as curious. Gems are comfortable being one of many, distinguishable only by facet and cut. Humans are bizarre in their need to have unique features.]

Also "cool" would be a robot with significant combat capabilities, unless I'm wrong about the definition of cool.

[It has not occurred to her that cool is subjective. What the hell is subjectivity anyway? Everything she says is a Fact.]

idk it's all.....cutesy and stuff!

[ And reminds her of how not-Japanese she is, despite her appearance. ]

wait why am i even bothering with this

don't you have something else better to do?

[ Like LEAVE HER ALONE and KEEP HER OUT OF TROUBLE? ]

O-Oh, I did?

[ She perks herself up and laughs. She can't have her mask slipping. ] Sorry! I'm just regretting hurting my piano, I guess.

[ Besides, how could anything outside hurt her? Haha... ]

Maybe I should use my time here to learn some better coping skills.

I'm different, I guess! Ahaha, I mean, in the sense that I wouldn't mind a human robot. Not all of us think the same~

[ Ahh, it's nice to be thought of as human. ]

I also wouldn't mind combat stuff! There's a war coming, yeah?

[ She could be a battle maiden!! ]

[ What the... ]

H-How--how's that even possible? Did you, like, just chuck a new sun up into the sky and suddenly things were all good again?

[ She was not expecting this from someone so cute! ]

[That was one way to turn things around, so that was all right, he thought. He could see though that she was trying really hard.]

What are you coping with? Just the piano?

Ahaha, don't worry! I will!

[ She glances away, absently rubbing at her thigh. ] It's just a little while ago, I got a really bad scratch and kinda let it go. [ More like a stab, but she won't go there. ] I'd love to know how to take care of it in case it happens again. Walking got a little difficult after a while...

[ She slumps. It's getting harder and harder to keep up the cheery charade at this point. ]

I'm working through things in an unhealthy way, okay? I'll fix it all eventually.

[ She lets out a deep sigh. ] I usually channel my feelings through poetry, but it didn't feel like enough today.

I'm...okay.

[ There's a long silence. ]

Are you okay?

[ She can start to feel it bubbling up under her skin. The feelings that'd been blinding her for days. Sadness. Hurt.

Anger. ]

I...haven't heard from you in a while, ahaha.

[He's not sure how that's any consolation, but then, he's not ~~crazy~~ a teenage girl.]

You're really okay?

[Read: you really thought a date with Adachi was a good idea?]

[ Monika gives an uncomfortable squirm. He keeps asking that question. Why does he keep asking that question?

She absently rubs at her throat, even if the bruises are long gone. ]

Okay as I'll ever be? I mean, it's not like I can make him pay for it now. I don't want to dwell on it.

[ Her room is proof of that! ]

[ Urgh. There's so much to say. And she's already had to have this conversation once. ]

I...kinda died. A little. But that's the main issue, really! Nothing else!

Why do you not like cute things? (OwO)

[ Probably because of someone named Natsuki who gets a pass at everything just from being so fucking cute and innocent and blah blah blah. Just because she can bake and write cute poems doesn't mean she's so great! She spent the entire fucking game being a raging bitch!

And don't even get her started on Sayori!

Oh. She realizes she hasn't responded in a while. ]

you won't tell me your secrets, so i won't tell you mine!

All the time.

[Sorry, this doesn't really get better.]

[She what? And a little? That... That was already a pretty big deal.]

I'm sorry.

[It couldn't have been easy to just wake up from something like that.]

It's okay if you're upset. I'm sorry I didn't know before.

[ Jeez. And she thought she had issues herself... ]

At--at least you'll have a lot of material for a future biography?

[ She's trying to find a positive somehow! ]

Ahaha, it's not like you're a mind reader! [ Hopefully he isn't. ] And I've only told one other person...

[ She shakes her head, putting her smile back on. ] It's not a big deal now, honestly. I feel a lot better!

[ Mostly. Maybe. ]

[A horrified gasp!!!]

What?! That sounds like an infection! Do you need me to come over there and take a look at it?

Is it because you got to destroy things? Take it out on all of that?

[But he wondered if she really did feel better? This evasion technique seemed familiar. Too familiar.]

[Yeah, he's not really buying it, but he'll let it rest for now.]

If you say so.

[ Her shoulders hunch out of guilt. She feels like he's staring at her under a microscope. ]

You won't...hold this against me, will you?

[ She bites her lip and glances away. ] Well...it felt nice. At first. Now I'm not so sure if it actually helped.

There's just something I really want, and I know I can't have it, so. Um. [ Weak laugh. ] It's probably weighing on my mind more than I realized.

Oh, no no! It's totally fine!

[ She stands up and lifts her skirt to show her thigh. ] See! All healed!

[ Of course, she doesn't want to go into the hows and whys of that happening, nor does she feel like saying "if you want to find me, look for the goddamn bear." ]

Thank God for magic, right?

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